Chapter 50, Crazy Enlightener

Bright yellow flames were ignited in the dim abyss. At some point, a simple blast furnace had been built next to the broken craftsman's heart.

The simple blast furnace was dug out from a tall rock. There was no burning flame in it, but there was boiling bright yellow molten iron surging in it.

Indistinctly, a little blue light could be seen flickering in the surging molten iron.

It was just a furnace of molten iron, but there was no doubt that this was a beginning. The broken craftsman's heart did not disappoint Du Yuan. The metal age belonging to the rat people was indeed opened by it.

Although now, as the first person to be enlightened, the first craftsman among the rat people.

The expression of the long claws was getting more and more crazy.

He stared blankly at the surging molten iron in front of him.

This was the result of his hard work during this period of time with the broken knowledge of the craftsman in his mind.

But he couldn't even make good use of it because of the long claws.

He never hated the giant claws in his hands more than at any other time, even though he had always hated them so much.

As a rat priest promoted from a slave rat, Long Claws had never been looked down upon by other rats, or rather, all rat priests promoted from slave rats were looked down upon.

Like a real rat being driven to the deepest part of the mountain, doing what those guys thought was the most suitable for them, digging holes.

The more he thought about it, the redder Long Claws' eyes became, and clearly visible bloodshot began to climb in his eyes.

Looking at the pot of red molten iron in front of him.

Long Claws kept muttering to himself in a low voice.

"This is my chance, I can't accept it, I can't accept it, I am also guided by the gods!"

"I'm not willing! I'm not willing! I'm not willing!"

In the increasingly crazy shouting, Long Claws thrust his hands, the hands with sharp and thick claws, fiercely into the molten iron in front of him.

In an instant, in the great pain, a miserable howl appeared, and the blast furnace was overturned.

The miserable figure wailed in pain on the ground, rolling non-stop.

The blast furnace was blown away, the molten iron scattered, and a piece of dark blue debris also came out along with the overturned molten iron. The boiling molten iron quickly solidified, and the wailing gradually stopped.

Not far away, a pile of meat mountains seemed to sense the scene happening here, and the heads of a large number of ratmen piled on it all unconsciously looked at the figure lying on the ground and no longer moving.

Wanting to crawl over, but not daring to get close to the broken craftsman's heart, fearing the dark blue light.

After a short wandering, the meat mountain stopped moving and hid in the darkness again.

Just like that, the abyss returned to silence again, perhaps only a mess was left.

No!

Things may not be over yet. In the blue light, the long claws that were lying on the ground and motionless, rose and fell slightly.

He looked really miserable now.

There were burns all over his body, and even if you got closer, you could smell the aroma of barbecue.

Especially his thick and hard claws, after touching the hot iron, it was as if he had put on a pair of bumpy iron gloves.

The variables were also here. After the slight rise and fall, the long claws woke up in the low breath.

The red eyes suddenly opened as wide as possible, staring at his big claws, but what caught his eyes was the bumpy iron gloves.

He climbed up with difficulty, and in the low roar like a beast, he suddenly raised his hands, and then smashed them down heavily, and the bumpy iron gloves hit the ground heavily.

For a moment, there was a little looseness.

Just like this, again and again.

Until the pair of metal-cast gloves fell off along with the giant claws attached to them, until a pair of hideous hands with skin peeled off appeared.

With a simple force, the pair of skinless hands clenched together.

Just such a simple action, but the long claws laughed wildly.

It echoed in the abyss for a long time.

………….

Deep in the wetland, the huge rat army once again faced a tough opponent.

A lizardman city built on plants with intricate root systems like mangroves.

Relying on the dense tree roots in the swamp, a large amount of ropes and wood mixed in it, a small swamp city was built.

And this time, in front of this small swamp city, the rats also encountered some different enemies.

The snakemen with fine scales and cold vertical pupils entrenched on the roots of the trees, the large number of goblins driven out of the city, mixed with a small number of fishmen and some weak orc servants, and the old friend behind the servants.

The lizardmen warriors wearing crocodile leather armor and holding big sticks in their hands.

In contrast, there were huge ratmen troops that gathered together, occupying all the vision in front of them, climbing on the roots of trees, trudging in the muddy swamps, and a huge black mass.

After continuous replenishment of troops, the ratmen army under Shu Zhan had already crossed the 50,000 mark, and was even about to hit the threshold of 100,000 troops.

Obviously, such a number overwhelmed the terrain disadvantages, the quality of personnel, and the gap in formation.

Without much hesitation, Shu Zhan's order was issued.

The ratmen rushed towards the small swamp city in front of them.

When the battle officially started, the sun was still in the middle of the sky, it was noon, and when everything calmed down, the sun had only walked half the distance to dusk.

The priests were already cleaning the battlefield.

All the heads were cut off, even though the number of priests who arrived with young ratmen has been decreasing recently.

However, these heads will be properly preserved after simple antiseptic treatment.

They are used for sacrifices at the end of each battle and as trophies for priests accompanying the army.

The tip of the tail is strung with a rope and hung on the chest of the rat warrior as a decoration.

It shows everyone the strength and accumulated merits of its owner.

For these rat warriors, they have the same strong desire to show off as the rat priests, and they also have a strong need to simply divide their status through trophies.

Of course, the pointed tail with scales is often only owned by those senior rat warriors, while most rat warriors and young rats.

They scramble to cut off the ears from the goblins who serve as the vassal army and hang them on their chests in a decent manner.

Yes, these goblin ears can also be exchanged for blood mushrooms from the Supervisory Team as merit, but compared to the purchasing power of the tip of the lizardman's tail or the tip of the snakeman's tail, one ear can be exchanged for a full and at least blood-colored blood mushroom.

The goblin ear can only be exchanged for a blood mushroom with a little blood.

The value between the two is about ten times different, but it does not prevent the young rats from excitedly imitating the senior rats and hanging it on their chests.